Last night we caught up
on the episodes of "Doctor Who" we'd not seen over
the last couple of weeks. To its credit the show is more and more
harping back to its origins "Brave hearts" and
cloister bells abounded which was good. But on reflection the program
has gone from being an exercise in gay rights propaganda to being
very much a children's show. These days I find I watch it out of a
sense of duty rather than because I want to. The two most recent
episodes were entertaining, but in each case the plot was somewhat
noticeable by its absence.
Having had a reasonably
good few night's sleep I was wide awake for much of the night last
night; laying bored before finally giving up and getting up at 5am.
Fudge was particularly soppy this morning. Perhaps he's taken
yesterday's telling-off to heart?
I would have watched more
Babylon 5 DVDs over brekkie but on Friday I watched the last one. For
a very good series the ending was rather lame. I've started watching
a series called "Derek" (starring Ricky Gervais)
that I recorded on to the SkyPlus box. I quite like it.
I set off to work
slightly earlier than usual today. I needed petrol. I seem to need
petrol more often than I did a few months ago. I shall check the
car's tyre pressures to see if that might improve efficiency. However
I suspect the fuel economy has gone down since I put the seats back
into the car. Driving heavy seats here and there must burn fuel.
Still, the price of petrol's gone down two pence over the weekend.
Every little helps (!)
As I drove this morning I
listened to the radio. The latest celebrity to be accused of
molesting small children has been announced. It's Jimmy Tarbuck.
Apparently he abused a child some time in the late 1970s, which is
approximately thirty five years ago. Whilst what he did was wrong, it
must also be wrong for his accuser to wait so long before saying
anything. (If indeed there ever was anything to mention).
Tarby is consequently
comprehensively stuffed. Having been accused of vile crimes, he can't
possibly provide any defence whatsoever other than just to deny it
and appeal to a jury to believe him. After thirty five years how can
he provide any alibi for where he was and what he was doing at the
time of any alleged incidents. Do any of us know what we were doing
(for example) on the evening of 7 May 1978?
There was something on
this matter on the radio the other day. The police are noticing a lot
of people making baseless allegations against celebrities on the hope
of getting some money out of the poor celebs. The government has
putting a limit on mis-sold PPI and telling people that if you
haven't claimed by now then it's too late. In much the same way the
government should put a time limit on how long someone can wait
before making these allegations.
And so home. The clans
gathered at our place tonight. It was good to bandy insults and to
watch "Merlin" with friends. Fudge certainly enjoyed
the company...
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